Challenge Collection by Sessylove219 by Sessylove219

The Geese and The Umbrella

Title: The Geese and the Umbrella

 Word Count:  750, according to MS Word

Rating: T

 Warnings: Slightly suggestive content

 Prompt: Skye's weekly challenge ending July 26th, Fairy Tale, karma for not actually being a fairy tale and mentioning a prince that wants to be a frog 

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Nothing worked out the way she wanted to. That was perfectly obvious. She thought that she had found her soul mate. She thought that everything would be perfect when they finally got around to admitting to each other and to themselves that they were in love.

Boy, was she wrong.

First, there was the first amazing rush of sex, and love, and lust. In most relationships, it does not last, but they each had such high hopes for each other. They thought it would last. Soon that rush of just being in love in the springtime had lost its bloom. It was easy enough to understand. They still lusted after each other, and when they made love, it seemed as if everything would be right in the world, but real life always took away that wonderful feeling of completion and rightness. They both thought that it always happened too soon. His office would page him minutes after they finished, her cell would ring. Something always happened.

Soon, it was late night meetings and weekend emergencies that kept one or both away. That "fresh love" felling was falling away faster than ever. Once it started, it was like an avalanche.

Fights started soon after. They began as little arguments and light teasing, but soon they were trying to cut into each other as viciously as they could. The only people that can deliver low blows worse than lovers are best friends and family. The make up sex was phenomenal, but soon, it seemed like that was all they were ever having.

It seemed like it was going to end, and that depressed her. She thought about fires, how some built up slowly and the embers seemed to stay hot for a very long time. She thought about how one small spark could be fanned by a strong wind and would burn high and hot, but would not build up any coals or embers. Such fires died quickly. She really hoped that that would not be the fate of her love, but it would not be up to her alone. This had become a bit of a comfort to her. If things self-destructed, it would not lay on her shoulders alone. He would have something to do with it.

She sat on the park bench in their favorite park. The place where they had met. It was all so surreal, almost like a slapstick comedy crossed with one of those fractured fairy tales. Straight-laced, killingly handsome, ultra rich and powerful executive saves flighty, beautiful (why sell herself short?), bohemian artist from a bunch of geese that have, for some reason, decided to attack her when she ran out of the bread she was feeding them with on her lunch break. The only thing that could be more ridiculous would be a handsome prince that secretly wanted to be turned into a frog because he thought that flies were delicious.

He saved her, brandishing a briefcase and an umbrella, just like a hero in a story. Instead of armor he had on a suit that cost more than her car, instead of a sword, an umbrella, and a briefcase that replaced a shield. He was truly heroic, she thought to herself. She fell head over heels in lust with him the very second she saw him. Love followed not long after.

She hoped and prayed that it would not end, that they would find some way to save it. She had no way of knowing that he was watching her, standing right behind her, instinctively drawn to their park, their bench. His thoughts were just as much of a tangled mess as hers were. He didn't know what he would have to do, but it would be worth any sacrifice, any compromise, to keep his beautiful angel in his life. No one had to tell him that she was all she lived for. He knew what his life was like before her - empty conquests and business success that left him feeling like a shell.

It was almost like she felt his eyes upon her. She turned around, and there he was, her killing perfection. His eyes were looking at her with such pain and intensity, that she knew that it would work. They would make it work, together. While the fire did burn hot, that did not mean it had to die. Miracles happened all the time. Perhaps dreams did come true and fairy tale endings did exist, even in the 21st century.